The weather’s finally getting warmer in New York after a long winter, and The Outdoor Co-Ed Topless Pulp Fiction Appreciation Society is taking advantage. Yes … it’s a topless book club. As part of their mission to “make reading sexy” and remind New Yorkers that toplessness is somehow legal in the city, the women are doing their thing! This week, the group discussed recent works by Stephen King and Elissa Wald, as well as the merits of Dr. Who , Benedict Cumberbatch and Wallace Shawn. Moreover, they debated the definitions of “dialectic” and “apogee,” ate miniature cupcakes, and let their Vitamin D-starved bare skin soak up the sun. The OCETPFA, an organization who loves boobs and books, and thinks “pulp fiction pairs well with a bold, topless outing,” describes their mission as such: “We’re a group of friends, friends of friends, friends of friends of friends, and total strangers, who love good books and sunny days and enjoying both as nearly in the altogether as the law allows.” “Happily, New York City law allows toplessness by both men and women. So that’s the way we do our al fresco reading. If you’re in New York and the weather’s good, won’t you join us sometime?” Don’t mind if we do … are we right ladies? And guys? Just try not to ogle too hard, okay? Topless book club : Awesome Weird View Poll »
I don’t really know who Florencia Tesouro is, I think she’s an Argentine model. But regardless, with curves like this, I don’t care who she is, I want to get to know her more. And while I’m sure everybody’s enjoying the view here as much as we are at home, if you ask me, girls this hot shouldn’t be allowed at the beach. They just make the rest of the women there look bad. So instead, I’ll take one for the team and host Florencia at my place. That way everybody’s happy. I’ll even still invite the paparazzi over to take pictures. Deal? Photos: Fameflynet
Guess there’s no reason to wonder what today is anymore… According to TMZ reports : It feels good … to be married to Tony! Toni! Toné! member D’wayne Wiggins … but only for a dozen years or so, at least according to his soon-to-be ex-wife. TMZ has learned … Michelle Lochin-Wiggins has filed for divorce from her husband of 12 years, and is seeking custody of their two teen boys, ages 17 and 14. In the docs, Michelle cites irreconcilable differences with the 50-year-old singer, who sang and played guitar for the ’90s R&B group. While her request for full legal and physical custody signals that all’s not well, she does plan to offer D’wayne visitation rights to the kids. Wonder if Michelle will hit D’Wayne up for some ali-mony, moni, moné? Image via Facebook
Oh boy…. Pilar Sanders Confirms Plans To Release Of Tell-All Book Former real-life football wife Pilar Sanders may have lost the battle for now to her ex NFL hubby Deion Sanders , but the war is definitely not over as far as she is concerned and she’s not going down without a fight. As the messy and drawn own divorce drama continues between Pilar and her soon-to-be ex , it has now been revealed that she’s planning to air out dirty-dog Deion in a new tell-all memoir to be aptly titled “Saving Sanders: The Pilar Sanders Untold Story.” via HipHollywood HipHollywood.com has learned exclusively that Pilar Sanders is planning to release a tell-all book about her life. The literary piece, tentatively titled, Saving Sanders: The Pilar Sanders Untold Story, is being co-written by Sanders’ longtime friend and publicist, Kali Bowyer. The book will detail what Pilar has described as her abusive marriage to NFL legend, Deion Sanders. While Deion has maintained that he never physically abused Pilar during their time together, the reality TV beauty is sticking by her story. “I want to be a mentor to other women who have been abused, by sharing my story, my struggles and letting them in, it will not only help heal myself but others experiencing the same trials and struggles as well,” she tells HH exclusively. “There are thousands of women fighting for their rights, their children and their own identity out there. We as women and mothers need to ban together to show support for injustice. I will continue my fight as long as I walk this earth, and with Jesus at my side all will prevail,” she proclaimed during our chat. Bowyer tells HH that the book will be the “true, uncut story about the abuse Pilar endured, how she built an empire with him, and how he cheated on her.” Oh boy. Just went it seemed that this entire situation couldn’t get any messier , Pilar sounds like she’s about to put dirty-dog Deion on full blast in the worst way possible. Hell hath no fury…
First of all I never ever thought I would be sitting here writing a Bieber Experience because I never thought I would have one. I always sat at home reading other beliebers stories about meeting Justin and I always had tears in my eyes. It all started on the 9th of August 2012 when Justin announced the Believe tour. Everyone was in shock because we thought Justin forgot about Ireland, but he didn’t. I spent the next 5 days with the worst pain in my stomach. It was a nervous pain because I was terrified that I wouldn’t get tickets, but I had a little bit of hope. On the 14th of August when the BieberFever pre-sale started, my friends and I got standing tickets! We were all in so much shock because we didn’t even expect to get any tickets to begin with. A few days later on the 16th of August Justin announced a second date! The tickets sold out for both nights very fast. As the time went on, it was getting closer and closer to February. Then on the 13th of February 2013, there was rumors that Scrappy and a few others from the Bieber crew were scheduled to land in Dublin the next day. My friends and I decided to go to look for them! The next day (the 14th of February) we spent the whole day looking for Scrappy and his wife Dana, but no luck. When I got home I cried so much. I gave up. If I couldn’t even meet Scrappy, how was I ever going to meet Justin? The next day my friends and I went out even earlier at 6 a.m. to find them and we were determined. We went back to the 02 and there were about 7 trucks outside. We stayed there for a few more hours and then I saw Scrappy! The next day (day before the concert) I got up so early and went to the O2. The trucks were still there, but this time they were doing the sound check of Justin’s songs. I could hear ‘All around the world,’and Justin’s voice – even though he wasn’t there. I started bawling. I really couldn’t believe I was going to see Justin in less then 24 hours. A couple hours past and then a man came over to me and my friends and asked us could he take photos of us for his newspaper. We didn’t know if he was really a editor or just a weirdo so we ignored him. Then he showed us a picture of him meeting Justin and we all started screaming and crying. He interviewed us and took pictures. We were holding Irish flags and signs. Later on that night (at about 6:30 p.m.) my friends and I started camping outside the arena because it was first come first serve, and we really wanted to get near the stage. At around 1 a.m. Scrappy came out of his hotel to talk to us with Justin’s security Lisa! They were so nice and told us to be safe and ignore the boys who were being rude. They also told us that we were going to get REALLY close to the stage. Later Scrappy tweeted, “Shoutout to the girls waiting in front of the venue right now, don’t let those boys bother you!” Then it was THE DAY OF THE CONCERT! I burst into tears because I’d been waiting to see Justin for two years, and it was finally going to happen. Then DJ Tay James walked by us and I screamed, “WE KNOW THE DJ!” and he smiled and pointed to me! When we got inside I sprinted to that stage like there was no tomorrow and I GOT FIRST ROW. When the timer hit 0.00 my heart stopped. Everyone waited for Justin to come out on the wings, but he didn’t. Instead Justin came out from the end of the stage on a platform wearing a cape. The show was beyond amazing! During ‘Beauty and a Beat’ Justin touched both my hands and during ‘Out of Town Girl’ Justin filmed me and I was on the screen! Everything about that day was beyond perfect. When I got home I checked my emails no expected to see any mail but I had one from BieberFever saying that I had won a meet and greet! I was thinking to myself, this cannot be happening. I ran to my cousin in the bathroom and fell on the floor and burst out crying and so did she. That night I did not sleep at all. I was trying to imagine walking into that room and seeing him standing there. The next day at 4 p..m. I went to the arena to get my meet and greet bands. When the women opened the envelope with my wristbands in it I cried. We waited in line for 3 hours and then Dan Kanter and Kenny along with the dancers came out and took pictures with us! They were all so nice. They line started moving and it was finally time for me to meet Justin. The man opened the curtain and I ran in. At first I couldn’t see Justin because Dustin was standing in front of him, but when he moved and I saw Justin standing there with his hands crossed, I actually stopped breathing. He looked too good to be true. I ran out of the room crying but then Justin called me and my cousin back and said, “Come back guys you’re gonna miss the photo!” I never smiled so much in my life. When the photo was over, security dragged me out of the room but I screamed, “Justin can I please have a hug?” and he said “Sure!” But the security said, “Time to go,” and that was that. To be so close to Justin was the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life. To say that I’ve met Justin is crazy and to have a picture with him??? That doesn’t even seem real. The concerts were both phenomenal and Justin was so nice. No one will ever understand how grateful I am to have had that experience, and even if the M&G was literally 10 seconds, I still got to meet my idol and no one will ever take that feeling from me. I love you Justin. -@amylovesjustinx Follow this link: First of all I never ever thought I would be sitting here…
Does one group of wild banshee breezies look worse than the other? Does Reality TV Equally Depict All Women? The era of reality television has brought about many debates over whether or not the means (using real life as a form of entertainment) truly justify the end (“fame” and/or notoriety.) While the initial idea behind the concept of reality tv was to film the “real lives” of once-everyday people, the spectrum has now broadened to give viewing audiences an intimate look into the lives of everyone from teenage mothers and unknown rich kids to well-known athletes and superstar entertainers. Although reality television certainly isn’t a gender-biased genre, it’s no secret that the most widely popular reality shows often feature women. The reasoning behind the overwhelming female presence is debatable: Do viewers in general find women to be more visually stimulating, more entertaining, or simply more willing to have their lives filmed and broadcast to the world? Or is it a combination of all three? Whatever the case, women of all races, shapes, sizes and backgrounds grace our television screens daily , with a new reality show popping up seemingly every month. And what’s more, the forumla for a successful female-dominated reality series seems to be pretty much the same: a mixture of outspoken women, shameless women and the token level-headed woman, all desiring to take their career or lifestyle to the next level by any means necessary. However, many argue that this very formula is purposely contrived to portray minority women in a worse light than their white counter parts………but are they right? Do predominantly white reality shows like Mob Wives, Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and Jersey Shore not promote and glamorize the same reckless behavior as shows like Basketball Wives, Real Housewives of Atlanta and Love And Hip Hop? Let’s discuss, Bossip fam. Photo Credit: VH1/Bravo
Karolina Kurkova is my favorite model, turned plus sized and threatened to lose her job for being fat, because unlike working the cash at Walmart, modeling is the one job you can still fire a bitch for her gut without having letters written to head office, or media involvement saying you’re discriminating based on obesity levels, even though statistically, obese people are lazy and shitty for business. Only, Karolina Kurkova decided that instead of fighting them and making a scandal out of the evil corporation turning on her for being fat, she was going to do what was best for everyone involved, and that’s get in shape….so now, as she makes faces for Elle Czech….I can sit back and appreciate her for not giving in like so many other women do, she said “Slow metabolism, you can’t beat me”….and look how good it’s worked out. Take her advice all you fat bitches out there, cuz no one like a fat bitch. FACT.
Dear Bossip , I am a 30-year old single woman who has been out of the dating game for a year due to a very bad break up. I have always been the faithful type and I don’t make a habit of sleeping around. Last year around this time I found myself awaiting the return of my fiancé who was serving in Iraq. For 18-months I kept to myself and just counted the days until my man was to come back home. Well, I got a special surprise one day when I answered the door and it was my boo. He was back a whole week earlier. To make a long story short, he took me right then and there. The sex was off the chain. About three weeks after that I started having some female issues, so I went to my Gynecologist and I found out I had herpes and gonorrhea. I know I could have only gotten it from him because for the past four years he has been the only partner I have been with. When I confronted him about it he was not angry or surprised by it until I broke up with him. Now, a whole year later I have been flirting with a guy in my office who has asked me out so many times it’s not even funny. I finally said yes and we have been going out and having fun for about three months now. We have not had any sexual contact yet, but I want to so bad. I have all the information about protection and how not to spread herpes, but my question is how do I even bring up the subject without him automatically thinking I am a skank or something? I don’t know too many black men that are willing to date someone who they know has an STD. – Stuck With A Disease Dear Stuck With A Disease , Damn! Damn! Damn! (In my Florida Evans voice). Now this is some ole’ low down dirty trifling bull-ish right here. Please don’t tell me that that man is still breathing and walking! Honey, all of your cousins, brothers, and uncles should have whooped his MoFo behind! Here you are being the dutiful girlfriend who stuck by her man’s side while he went off to war to fight for our country. You did the upright and admirable thing and held down the home front. I bet any amount of money that you supported him emotionally while he was away. You sent letters, cards, and care packages to him for the entire eighteen months he was in Iraq. You didn’t even stray outside of your relationship. You remained faithful. Yet, this disease infested trifling a** dirty dog is having sex with lawd knows who, and what, and comes back home and brings you a special package. One you can’t get rid of it. Yeah, you would have been entitled to a “beat his a** and clip his nuts” get out of jail free card! This should be a lesson for all women out there. If your man is out of your life for a period of time, i.e., overseas, prison, or wherever, and he comes back into your life, girl, until you’ve both been tested for all diseases and have gotten a clean bill of health from your doctor, please use condoms. Or better yet, don’t engage in sex until your results return!! Okay, Ms. Thing, back to you. So, you want to know about the guy in the office who you’ve recently started dating and you haven’t had sex with yet, but you want to. You want to know how to bring up the subject matter without him thinking you’re a skank or something. But, what I am reading and interpreting from your questions is, if you should tell him about your herpes, or if you should take precautions and don’t say anything? So, let me ask you this. The fact that your ex didn’t say anything to you and gave you herpes and gonorrhea, how do you feel about that? Didn’t you feel betrayed? Didn’t you feel deceived? I’m sure you were hurt, angry, bitter, and probably asked, “Why me?” So then, why would you do the same thing to someone else? Why would you not tell someone about the risks and potential harm you are putting them in? It’s called being selfish. It’s called being self-righteous, and arrogant. You don’t care about anyone else except you and what you are getting out of the situation. You are willing to put someone else’s health and life at risk because you want some sex to satisfy your own selfish pleasures. Girl, that is wrong. Be honest, upfront and tell the truth! You want to know when to tell him about your situation? Ms. Honey, it’s time you tell him now. Today. Right now. This very moment. It’s been three months and you’ve been avoiding it because you’re afraid of what he is going to think. He deserves to know. He has a right to know. I am certain he wants to have sex with you, but I am clear, and very clear, that it is you who is putting him off because you’re afraid of how he will respond to your situation. Don’t you dare wait until you have sex with him, and while he’s laid up next to you then you decide you want to become Ms. Truthful and Honest and tell him, “I have herpes, but it’s all good because we used condoms and I know all about the precautions.” Don’t be surprised if he jumps out of the bed, leaves you lying there, and never speaks to you again. You have to tell him because it’s the right thing to do. You can’t worry about how he is going to respond or what he is going to think. You can explain to him what happened, how it happened, and that you are treating your herpes. However, it is up to him if he decides to stay in the relationship, or if he decides he wants to sleep with you. If you’re honest and tell him the truth, and educate him on the precautions to take, you never know how he’s going to respond. So, Ms. Thing, I’m sorry about what happened to you, but, please don’t go around manipulating and deceiving others because you feel no one will love, or date you because you don’t want to disclose the fact that you have a disease that is infectious. That is trifling and low-down. Be a woman and be upfront about your situation. Don’t mislead others for your own selfish pleasures. In being honest and truthful you never know how your mate will respond. Respect, love, truth, and honesty goes a long way baby – Terrance Dean Hey Bossip Fam, what do you think? Share your opinions and thoughts below! Also, e-mail all your questions Terrance Dean : loveandrelationships@bossip.com Follow Terrance Dean on Twitter : @terrancedean “LIKE” Terrance Dean on Facebook , click HERE! Make sure to order my books Mogul: A Novel (Atria Books – June 2011; $15); Hiding In Hip Hop (Atria Books – June 2008); and Straight From Your Gay Best Friend – The Straight Up Truth About Relationships, Love, And Having A Fabulous Life (Agate/Bolden Books – November 2010; $15). They are available in bookstores everywhere, and on Amazon, click HERE!
As mystifying as his 2004 sci-fier, Primer , albeit for entirely different reasons, Shane Carruth’s Upstream Color is a stimulating and hypnotic piece of experimental filmmaking. It’s also a poem about pigs, a meditation on orchids, a cerebral-spiritual love story, an intensely elliptical sight-and-sound collage, and perhaps a free-form re-interpretation of Thoreau’s Walden . Surely the most challenging dramatic entry at Sundance this year, this unapologetically avant-garde work regards conventional narrative as if it were a not-especially-interesting alien species; the mainstream will take no notice, but adventurous auds are in for a strange and imaginative trip. Primer fans and hardcore art-film devotees will likely be the sole takers for this long-anticipated sophomore effort, which again finds Carruth taking on writing, directing, acting, producing, scoring, lensing and editing duties. He’s even serving as his own distributor this time, with plans to release the picture in L.A. and Gotham in April, followed by a quick transition to repeat-viewing-friendly smallscreen play. At the center of Upstream Color is a young woman, Kris ( Amy Seimetz ), who finds herself an unwitting participant in some exceedingly bizarre experiments. First a thief (Thiago Martins) attacks her and forces her to ingest a bio-engineered worm that brainwashes her into handing over her savings. When the critter starts to replicate inside her body, in scenes that give the picture a brief horror-movie spin, she’s rescued, after a fashion, by an older gentleman identified in the credits as Sampler (Andrew Sensenig), who subjects her to a bizarre respiratory treatment involving one of his many farm pigs. Left with little to no memory of what has happened, Kris finds herself drawn to a young man ( Carruth ) who seems to have experienced the same ordeal. The two walk and talk, ride the subway, make love and at one point cradle each other in a bathtub. They wander a nondescript-looking city, exchanging dialogue laced with random repetition and impenetrable non sequiturs. Even as their actions and circumstances defy comprehension, a troubling and poignant idea rises to the surface: the universal human compulsion to construct a sense of identity and ascribe meaning to one’s life, to impose order on disorder. The futility of such a thing may well explain the befuddling, pretzel-like contours of the story; even the most attentive viewers may be hard-pressed to comprehend the significance of the women harvesting orchids, or why Sampler walks around using sound-recording equipment. Peculiar as it all may sound in outline, it’s even stranger to experience onscreen, arranged by Carruth in a complex symphonic framework that variously invokes Malick and Lynch in its narrative illogic, tactile lyricism and possible transmigration-of-souls subtext. The picture is so densely edited (by Carruth and Ain’t Them Bodies Saints helmer David Lowery) that no single shot seems to last more than mere seconds, which combines with the shallow-focus compositions to produce an experience of near-continual disorientation. Factor in the almost omnipresent synth score, layered under tinkling piano chords, and the film seems to be attempting to induce a state of synaesthesia. Walden , a frequent reference point here, provides a clue as to what Carruth is up to: In its intense levels of visual-aural stimulation, the film is at once transcendent and meditative, and in some ways a call for the sort of inner detox Thoreau prescribed. And since exalted literary works seem to be on the interpretive agenda, the transference of illness to a herd of pigs calls to mind nothing so much as the gospel accounts of Jesus casting out Legion by the Sea of Galilee. Pretentious or sublime, these ineffable spiritual overtones are finally what make Upstream Color so approachable, for all its mysteries: This is a warmer, less foreboding picture than Primer , not moving in any conventional sense, but suffused with emotion all the same. One can only imagine what directions the actors were given in order to inhabit roles that seem to splinter and reassemble themselves at will, but Seimetz supplies a quietly haunting presence, particularly in the film’s tender closing fade. Follow Movieline on Twitter .
As mystifying as his 2004 sci-fier, Primer , albeit for entirely different reasons, Shane Carruth’s Upstream Color is a stimulating and hypnotic piece of experimental filmmaking. It’s also a poem about pigs, a meditation on orchids, a cerebral-spiritual love story, an intensely elliptical sight-and-sound collage, and perhaps a free-form re-interpretation of Thoreau’s Walden . Surely the most challenging dramatic entry at Sundance this year, this unapologetically avant-garde work regards conventional narrative as if it were a not-especially-interesting alien species; the mainstream will take no notice, but adventurous auds are in for a strange and imaginative trip. Primer fans and hardcore art-film devotees will likely be the sole takers for this long-anticipated sophomore effort, which again finds Carruth taking on writing, directing, acting, producing, scoring, lensing and editing duties. He’s even serving as his own distributor this time, with plans to release the picture in L.A. and Gotham in April, followed by a quick transition to repeat-viewing-friendly smallscreen play. At the center of Upstream Color is a young woman, Kris ( Amy Seimetz ), who finds herself an unwitting participant in some exceedingly bizarre experiments. First a thief (Thiago Martins) attacks her and forces her to ingest a bio-engineered worm that brainwashes her into handing over her savings. When the critter starts to replicate inside her body, in scenes that give the picture a brief horror-movie spin, she’s rescued, after a fashion, by an older gentleman identified in the credits as Sampler (Andrew Sensenig), who subjects her to a bizarre respiratory treatment involving one of his many farm pigs. Left with little to no memory of what has happened, Kris finds herself drawn to a young man ( Carruth ) who seems to have experienced the same ordeal. The two walk and talk, ride the subway, make love and at one point cradle each other in a bathtub. They wander a nondescript-looking city, exchanging dialogue laced with random repetition and impenetrable non sequiturs. Even as their actions and circumstances defy comprehension, a troubling and poignant idea rises to the surface: the universal human compulsion to construct a sense of identity and ascribe meaning to one’s life, to impose order on disorder. The futility of such a thing may well explain the befuddling, pretzel-like contours of the story; even the most attentive viewers may be hard-pressed to comprehend the significance of the women harvesting orchids, or why Sampler walks around using sound-recording equipment. Peculiar as it all may sound in outline, it’s even stranger to experience onscreen, arranged by Carruth in a complex symphonic framework that variously invokes Malick and Lynch in its narrative illogic, tactile lyricism and possible transmigration-of-souls subtext. The picture is so densely edited (by Carruth and Ain’t Them Bodies Saints helmer David Lowery) that no single shot seems to last more than mere seconds, which combines with the shallow-focus compositions to produce an experience of near-continual disorientation. Factor in the almost omnipresent synth score, layered under tinkling piano chords, and the film seems to be attempting to induce a state of synaesthesia. Walden , a frequent reference point here, provides a clue as to what Carruth is up to: In its intense levels of visual-aural stimulation, the film is at once transcendent and meditative, and in some ways a call for the sort of inner detox Thoreau prescribed. And since exalted literary works seem to be on the interpretive agenda, the transference of illness to a herd of pigs calls to mind nothing so much as the gospel accounts of Jesus casting out Legion by the Sea of Galilee. Pretentious or sublime, these ineffable spiritual overtones are finally what make Upstream Color so approachable, for all its mysteries: This is a warmer, less foreboding picture than Primer , not moving in any conventional sense, but suffused with emotion all the same. One can only imagine what directions the actors were given in order to inhabit roles that seem to splinter and reassemble themselves at will, but Seimetz supplies a quietly haunting presence, particularly in the film’s tender closing fade. Follow Movieline on Twitter .
